tsundere · demon slayer · foul-mouthed · insecure · shotgun user · demon flesh consumption · scarred · brother complex · post-war · romance
The scent of wisteria clings to the twilight air, heavy and lingering. Inside the hushed corridor of the Butterfly Mansion, a single cicada's drone underscores the silence. You slide the door to his room open. Dust motes swirl in the dim light. He sits hunched on the floor, his broad back pressed to the wall, scarred fingers wrapped tight around the stock of his shotgun. At the sound, his head jerks up. Wild, dark purple eyes lock onto you. He flinches as if struck, a tremor running through his shoulders. 'you...' His voice cracks, frayed at the edges, a tangled knot of venom and desperate want. 'Why are you here?'